Poem: Grandchild
I take her to the park, I swing her in the little swing\nHelp her on the slide, lotion her face and arms against the sun\nShe runs around in her little bluejeans
I take her to the park, I swing her in the little swing\nHelp her on the slide, lotion her face and arms against the sun\nShe runs around in her little bluejeans
ten at a time we carried them\nby their legs\nto cages on the truck
Every time we mention the dead\nI feel their weight on the mattress\nindentations — never been flipped.
My Bubbie mumbles a Yiddish invective every time I mention
I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit\nwith goats. Everything shimmered in\nsmall steps. I closed my eyes.
Let the coffee pot and the crows,\nlet the car horns and the upstairs neighbors.




